Chapter 92

Her head was dizzy, the scenery before her eyes still spinning slightly, and her body ached as if it were falling apart.

Sally, unlike the Temple Guards who had undergone various harsh trainings, had a body strength that was not much different from that of an ordinary girl, despite her not low level. Therefore, after being hit and sent flying, the unbearable pain almost made her cry—her elbow hurt so much from the impact that she couldn't move it, and her chest felt so constricted from the shock that even breathing was difficult...

At this moment, she wobbled to her feet, driven by the instinct to "run away." In reality, when she stood up, her body still didn't fully obey her. After staggering a few steps, the excruciating pain from her back, delayed by adrenaline, finally reached her brain, making her bite her lip...

Pain.

Her consciousness was instantly overwhelmed by the endless pain. She reached out to touch her back, and the words "inescapable fate" appeared in her mind, spreading a sense of despair.

But after her hand weakly brushed her back, the scene that Sally saw made her suddenly freeze.

Blood... where was the blood?

The imagined scene of her hands covered in blood did not appear. In the sunlight, her pale palms were only stained with some dirt from the fall, with no trace of blood at all.

The white robe was torn by the longsword, leaving a large opening at the back. Sally looked ahead in confusion, frowning and wondering about the fat man with blood all over his face and body hiding behind the stone steps, while reaching out to touch the "wound" on her back again. When she clearly felt her fingertips touch the Chimera beast scale armor, she suddenly understood the reason...

The armor had deflected the attack.

The scene of Roddy coldly handing her this piece of clothing immediately flashed through her mind. Although Sally realized its value, she never imagined that this under-armor would have such strong defensive power—because it felt like only a thin layer, no more than two layers of linen at most...

But the current facts clearly told her that this piece of clothing had deflected a potentially fatal blow for her.

Her skin was not cut, she did not lose much blood, and no bones were broken. Apart from the pain, her body seemed to still be able to move normally—thinking of this, the pain was somehow suppressed, and her rationality quickly returned.

She almost immediately resumed her escape, trying to see if the sword-wielding assassin would pursue her. But as soon as she turned her gaze, she felt a black shadow pass over her head. Then she saw the assassin suddenly swing his sword, hitting something with a "clap"...

"Thud."

A half-arrow shaft spun and landed at Sally's feet. She immediately understood that the assassin had directly split an arrow aimed at him.

Hmm, a hidden arrow...?

As some vague thoughts popped into her mind, four more arrows flew past Sally's head in quick succession. Because of their speed, the arrows seemed to follow one after another, making a "popping" sound as the arrow shafts shattered in front of Sally, creating a bizarre scene.

Too fast.

The assassin, who had to take two steps back to barely handle the series of attacks, saw Sally, who should have been dead, running sideways when he regained his senses.

"What the hell is going on..."

Muttering a curse, he swung his sword again, barely deflecting the incoming arrow by a hair's breadth—after advancing to the "Wandering Swordsman" class, he was not afraid of such speed and power of arrows. However, this feeling was extremely frustrating... because he could not counterattack at all.

As long as he was within the range of the attacker's attack, he had to focus on the hidden arrows, making it impossible to fully pursue Sally. In a panic, he directly shouted to the fat man hiding behind the stone steps, "Come help me," and then deflected another arrow, dashing toward a large stone pillar to the side.

At this moment, Sally had already started running along the semi-open corridor leading from the church's front hall. What puzzled the assassin was that she did not run in a straight line but began to zigzag around the stone pillars...

Although he was somewhat puzzled by her actions, to complete the assassination mission as soon as possible, he still followed her.

On the other side, Ryan and Booker, among others, were thoroughly confused by the series of events. However, they quickly recovered from their initial shock, especially after witnessing an assassin being cut down. The fear in their hearts seemed to suddenly subside.

As the descendant of a military noble, Ryan was inspired by this scene, which stirred his courage and blood. So when Sally ran away again, he turned his gaze to the fat man who was gritting his teeth in pain. A sudden impulse arose in his heart and immediately turned into action—he began to recite a prayer and accurately cast a Level 1 "Holy Light Burn" on the fat assassin.

When the golden flames burst on the fat assassin's arm, Ryan felt an indescribable excitement. The feeling of taking the initiative to attack gave him a strange thrill. However, he soon realized that his attack did not seem to have much effect.

Although the fat man was covered in blood and did not have an advanced class, his basic class level exceeded 14, and his attributes were enhanced by his extensive battle experience. For him, a Level 1 basic divine spell was like a tickle, completely harmless. However, Ryan's actions made the already frustrated fat assassin feel "humiliated"—a strong sense of humiliation, as if a tiger was being mistaken for a sick cat. After so many battles, he could not bear to be hit by a Level 1 divine spell from a young, inexperienced boy.

The fat assassin, gritting his teeth, pushed himself up and, almost in a life-or-death stance, lunged directly at the mercenaries—no one expected such a fat man to be so agile. The leading mercenary instinctively swung his sword but was deflected, and then was directly rammed by the 200-pound man.

"Thud."

Due to the great momentum, the two mercenaries were immediately knocked down. The fat man, after rolling with them, immediately pulled the mercenary he had almost made vomit and used him as a shield, placing his sword at the mercenary's throat. Confirming that no arrows were being shot from outside the monastery, he quickly retreated toward the stone pillars for cover—

"Get the hell out of my way."

He glanced at the few stunned monks a few meters away, completely hiding behind the mercenary. Because of the large movements, the mercenary's neck was immediately cut by the sharp blade. The Temple Guard who had run over to save Sally could not turn back to help, and the mercenary's comrades, holding axes, were at a loss—no one could stop the fat man's steps at this moment.

He then became even more aggressive, raising his hand to pierce the mercenary's back. Taking advantage of the moment when the mercenary was still standing, he did a backflip and landed next to Ryan and Booker. Before they could react, he grabbed the closer Ryan and used him as a shield.

Clearly, he was not slow-witted. He knew that using the mercenary as a threat would not be effective, but using this monk could threaten the entire monastery's defensive forces.

"Don't move."

Ryan's struggle made him quite annoyed. Because the monk was short, to avoid being hit by arrows, he had to crouch. To make Ryan obey, he punched him in the waist...

"Oof..."

Ryan gasped, never having been hit like this before. He felt his entire lower body lose sensation, and his legs immediately went weak—if not for the other man holding his neck, he would have collapsed on the ground...

The assassin's strong arm almost made it impossible for Ryan to breathe, and the intense pain in his lower back made his eyes blur with tears. He had never imagined that the "war" and "battle" he longed for would have such a cruel side. The sayings "men don't cry" and "die rather than yield" now seemed completely absurd—facing death, the endless fear truly made him lose his ability to think. He could only stare blankly ahead, watching the two injured mercenaries unable to act and Booker and others shouting but not daring to approach...

The fat assassin's shouts echoed in his ears, but he could no longer understand what the other man was saying. Ryan felt like a dead dog being dragged by the other man, waiting to be killed once he was no longer useful—however, at this moment, a thought suddenly popped into his mind: would the hidden archer solve this problem?

But he immediately felt discouraged: the fat man was using him as a shield to block the arrows. No matter how accurate the archer was, it would be impossible to hit the assassin behind him...

His vision swayed, and the air was filled with the fat man's bloody smell. When Ryan slightly turned his face, he saw Sally's back as she was running away.

Why was she running around the pillars?

This question popped into his mind without thinking. Before he could ponder it, a "thud" suddenly sounded in his ear. Then he felt warmth on his neck, and a black long rod was shaking next to his right eye...

Ryan, almost losing consciousness from the tight grip, rolled his eyes. It took him a second to realize what the trembling object in front of him was—

"An arrow?"

As he said this, he realized that the fat man, who had been tightly gripping him, had let go of his hand.

"Thud."

A heavy object fell behind him. Ryan, coughing, turned his head and was stunned to see the previously fierce fat man lying on the ground with an arrow through his right eye.

The arrow had pierced through his skull, killing him instantly!

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